Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chile and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Scion,
Gong,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.